Zhou Jinru was mixed in with the team carrying cleaning tools. Three or four workers in light blue overalls pushed a box truck past, leaving a deep indentation on the wheels.
"What are these?"
"Sausages, bread, tea, and wine."
Adela just took a look and made a judgment. She continued: "The best food is only for the officers and has nothing to do with the lower-level soldiers."
Zhou Jinru did not ask any more questions, and his eyes fell on the interrogating guards in front. They were wearing dark blue military uniforms and checking the workers' identity documents one by one. Their attitude was tough and bad.
He reached for his ID card and found a certificate with a native yellow cover in his coat pocket. When he opened it, he could see his name and place of residence, as well as a unclear black and white photo. This was his ID card.
Zhou Jinru remembered that Adela said that there was a person who could not come today due to unexpected circumstances. When they boarded the ship, someone expressed confusion about his joining, but his photo was on the ID. All signs showed that he was here. It was arranged by the people behind it.
Zhou may not know the real situation, but Zhou Jinru, who really entered the sitcom, knew nothing.
"ID!"
The guard roughly took the ID from Zhou Jinru's hand, and with a pair of bloodshot eyes, he checked the ID with the real person from time to time. Then he handed the ID to him and continued to check the next worker.
The car full of food and wine was opened, and the lids of the wooden barrels inside were also opened. Facing the rich and delicious food, many workers' eyes were a little red and they swallowed saliva from time to time. More people just looked at it. After one glance, he lowered his head and walked forward.
"We are responsible for cleaning the cells where ordinary prisoners are held, which are basically ordinary people who have been imprisoned for trivial matters."
Adela whispered something with a somewhat complicated look in her eyes. Zhou Jinru realized that she was almost sent to prison by Chen. Fortunately, Father Albert bailed her out at the last minute.
Bail is not something that ordinary families can afford. Once sentenced, they will have to spend the next few years in jail and participate in voluntary labor.
This involves another question: how many such prisoners are there in Vole prison.
Adela suddenly said: "Your girlfriend has many enemies here."
"She is enforcing the law and I have nothing but support for her."
"snort."
After passing the first checkpoint, the intensity of the inspection was much lighter. The second and third checkpoints only inspected the tools they carried, and the release speed was also much faster.
In front of the fourth checkpoint, they came to an inner city wall. Gray bricks were piled up into a wall more than ten meters high. The surface was covered with moss. A dozen guards with weapons stood in two rows at the city gate. There are several large crossbows pointed at the ground on the city wall. Their clothes are very different from those of the guards on the outside. Their uniforms have changed from light blue to dark red. They wear tall triangular leather hats with cocked brim and hold long-handled ax guns. The guards also had hand crossbows hanging on their bodies, looking ready for battle.
Zhou Jinru stood at the back and noticed that the team members in front couldn't help but glance at each other. This action was very common among the workers, and civilians rarely saw such a tight defense.
On the city wall, a man wearing a three-cornered leather hat with feathers on his head came out. With his eyelids lowered, he looked at the dozens of hired workers on the ground and stretched out his hand hidden in the white gauze lace sleeves.
"quiet."
Uh-huh!
The guards standing in two rows put down their weapons in unison. Their uniform movements caused a commotion in the workers. The man on the wall had a blank piece of paper in his hand and said in a calm tone: "The great Victoria monarch There is an order to clean the general prison of Fowler Prison today, and the reward will be fourteen shillings."
His words caused an even bigger commotion, and someone in the team of hired workers shouted: "What we were promised before was one gold pound and four shillings!"
"That was a clerical error by the clerk. It has been changed now. There is no problem. Get ready for work. Cherish this job. This is your good luck."
After the man finished speaking, he turned and left. When he walked down the tower, he handed the piece of paper to the adjutant beside him and said disapprovingly: "These are worms in these countries. The weekly salary of an ordinary worker is only six to eight shillings. They only It’s not enough to work one day for what someone else gets two weeks’ pay.”
Under the city wall, Adela lowered her hands calmly, neither yelling nor sighing, but just watching all this happen.
Zhou Jinru had some thoughts in mind. From four shillings per gold pound to fourteen shillings, the remuneration was almost cut in half. This money was not distributed directly to the workers, but was allocated to the workers' associations through state finance, and then the workers' associations Loaning money to the labor service company for employees, and finally the employees can get it on payday. It is really difficult to describe it layer by layer.
Even if it is only ten shillings, it is enough for an adult to survive for half a month.
"The price of bread will rise again this month. There is a big trouble in the occupied area, and His Majesty the King is worried about it."
Zhou Jinru looked at the girl next to him and said this. He remembered that when he first entered the sitcom, there was a news in the newspaper about a factory fire in the occupied area. Two years later, there was still no peace in the occupied area.
"This year is colder than usual."
Adela tightened her sleeves and bent down to pick up the bucket and mop. Behind her was a simple sprinkler. Zhou Jinru looked similar to her. A group of them walked into the gate, crossed the wall, and came to the depths of Fule Prison.
Zhou Jinru didn't understand the connection between her two sentences at first. When he saw the guards carrying wooden buckets and handing out a piece of brown hard bread to each worker, he suddenly understood that the weather was colder than in previous years, indicating that life People in cities have greater needs. In this era, productivity has not yet been released, the harvested food is limited, coupled with weather effects and human factors, it will inevitably lead to skyrocketing food prices.
The place that His Majesty the King cares about is the occupied territory, but he neglects the people of his own country. His greatness cannot fill the hungry people's stomachs.
This is no longer dancing on three eggs, it's simply lighting up a cigarette to cool down next to a barrel of dynamite.
Zhou Jinru bit into the bread in his hand. He was not full to begin with. It was past midnight and he was hungry at this time. No matter how hard the bread was, he would still eat it.
It would be nice to have a cup of hot water.
As he was thinking this, he saw Adela take off the water glass hanging around her neck and take a sip. There must be cold water in the glass with extremely poor thermal insulation effect.
"You either?"
She handed over the water glass.
"Thanks."
Zhou Jinru did not refuse. Drinking cold water and eating hard food were the life of ordinary people in this era.
